Seeing my family name scattered around Lisbon streets, the smell of bacalao wafting through the air, and the colorful tiles sprinkled throughout the city: Lisbon was like a hug from your favorite cousin. I sat in the bus, listening to the chatter of tourists and watching the mountains and the castles passing by. I hadContinue reading “Oops I… Escaped to Lisbon”
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